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Before you begin reading this, I must give a few warnings about this fic!

First and foremost this fic is labeled 'Romance' and 'Adventure', because that is what it will EVENTUALLY become. That being said, this fic starts off very darkly, and it will have a rather dark feel to it for quite a long, long time. This fic takes place in Suna, where the Kazekage tries to have his own son killed by he only person who loves him. It's not gonna be happy. There's angst galore, blood and guts, people trying to kill children, children killing people...tons of manipulation-

It doesn't start out happy. That being said...things get...better. Still twisted in a lot of ways, but better. Eventually.

Secondly. This fic is a slow-burn. A very, very slow burn. Remember, Gaara goes kinda loopy, so you can't expect it to be all sunshine and roses. Aisako is a bit oblivious and less than mentally sound, and Gaara is awkward and less than mentally sound...for the majority of their childhoods. The real romance doesn't start until they're older. I'm not about to have a couple of crazy 11-12 year olds making kissy faces at each other and stuff. That's gross, and how people get cooties.

Third! For the most part, this fic is from the POV of Aisako. We only know what Aisako knows- and she doesn't know everything. She may know future events, but most of that takes place in another country, and she had little to no knowledge about Suna. She knows even less about the people around her and their thoughts and motives. She's just like you and me. She makes assumptions and gets things wrong. The people around her talk behind closed doors and plot in alleyways. Some of the things other characters do in this fic seem to come out of no where- but there's actually a lot going on without Aisako's knowledge. We will, of course, find out about a lot of things...just...not everything.

That's...it...for now, I suppose? If I need to make another note later on I will...

If you still want to read this, go ahead and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT AISAKO, HER FAMILY AND ANY OTHER OC I THROW IN!

Demon Eyes

-1-

From the Eyes Of Aisako

As an infant, I had always been far more aware of things than I should have. Sure, I acted like the adorable baby girl I was, when I knew someone was watching, but the rest of the time was spent watching them.

The days all seemed to blur together, but it wasn't all that long after my second birth that I came to realize exactly what had occurred.

I had hoped, for the longest time, that I had been turned into a baby in some sort of freak accident from some sort of military test, like in a superhero comic. I had also hoped that I had been abducted by aliens, and that they had turned me back into an infant as some sort of experiment.

All of these had seemed much more logical, in my crazy mind, than the idea of me dying, and then being reincarnated as a baby, in an anime I had watched for years, along with many others.

It wasn't until I saw the headbands that I came to realize that I was in Naruto. It had taken a few moments to recognize the symbol on the headband my father wore, but eventually, I figured it out.

Suna.

Well, that explained the heat. My first life had been spent in Canada, where the summers were rather hot, but the winters made you wish you lived on the sun because you were so tired of spending every waking hour freezing your ass off.

It was odd, going to sleep and not hearing the sound of a car racing down the road. Of course...I died racing down the road in the dead of night...so I guess that was the last thing I heard...

Maybe I didn't miss that.

I crawled after my mother as she went about, cleaning up the house. It amazed me how much time a person could spend cleaning up a house when you had already spent hours the previous day doing the exact same things you were doing now.

I just wanted Mommy to give me a hug.

Sometimes, I think she was scared of me. It wasn't like I tried to be creepy, and I understood her fears.

I would giggle and babble away when ever she was in the room, but I wasn't the best at acting.

I didn't cry over silly things at night. Sure it was uncomfortable trying to sleep with a dirty diaper, but I had tried to be considerate of the woman and let her sleep through the night.

For the first few months, she continued to walk in the room at random hours of the night to make sure I was alive.

One time, she came in to find me sitting up and staring out the window at the moon.

"Aisako!" Mommy had exclaimed in shock.

I looked at her quickly, trying to hide the guilty look on my face before I giggled and held my arms out to her. She quickly scooped me up and hugged my close to her.

There was a slight language barrier between us, but I understood that my name meant 'Loved Child'. I was glad to have a name like that. It was cute.

"Mommy." I giggled out.

She froze. She turned to look down at me. I was too young, I guess, to be talking. I wasn't sure though. In my past life, I had never been around babies. How was I supposed to know when they started talking?

Oops.

I held my hands out to her. Over time, she became more hesitant in picking me up. She never showed her fear in front of Daddy, but he was always out on missions, so it wasn't like he ever noticed there was anything odd about me.

I had hoped Mommy would see me as a genius, and not a freak, but it was hard to mistake the fear in her eyes.

At three years old, I still wasn't used to Suna. I missed freezing my ass off. Hell...I missed everything about home. I really missed my car...but it was totalled now, so there was no point in wishing I had it.

I decided to become a ninja, since there was no way in hell I was spending my life as a civilian, not with the Fourth Shinobi War coming up in...what...twelve-to-thirteen years? Give or take?

Nope. I'm not getting my life sucked out of me by some ugly tree.

If I wanted to become a ninja though...I needed to start being active. I couldn't enter the Suna Academy and still have all this baby fat. It looked like I needed to go play tag or something...

"Mommy?" I asked, putting down the picture book I had been staring at for the past hour with no real interest.

The brunette looked up from the counter where she was cutting up some vegetables. I didn't like them. Yuck.

"What is it...Aisako-san?"

Well...if that didn't hurt.

It pained me every time she called me that. If I was such a 'Loved Child' than why did she speak to my like I was a stranger?!

"Can I go outside today?"

She didn't like it when I went to play with the other children in the village. She was afraid someone would think there was something off about me. I can't blame her.

The good news was that I was getting better at acting like a child. I could handle being a three-year-old. Sure there were times when I'd use a big word, but I had made it a habit of carrying a book around with me whenever we did leave the house. They would just pass me off as a nerd and leave it at that.

I didn't leave the house often though...I was probably the only person in Suna pale enough to look like they came from Ame.

She looked down at me with reluctant amber eyes, unsure if she should. I begged her silently with my own amber orbs. Eventually, she caved.

She ran her hand through my burgundy locks and pulled on a faint smile that I was sure was fake, "Sure honey, but be sure to come back before it gets too late."

I smiled and nodded before leaving the house. Today was the day I'd start my personal training, under the appearance of a child playing with other kids her age.

It seemed simple enough.

"Hello." I said, smiling at another girl as I walked up to her. She and her friends paused their game to look at me. I was a normal looking kid- I didn't have whisker-like scars, pink hair, kanji tattooed to my head or hair shaped like a ducks tail feathers.

Sure, my burgundy hair was a wild, untamed mess that suck up at every angle...and my teeth were slightly longer...and I had amber eyes that said I knew so much more than them...but...I didn't look scary, did I?

"Go away." One of the girls said. Her friends nodded, although it was a bit reluctant. At least I hoped so.

'Right, time to channel the Inner-Naruto! Yeah! Wait...no Deidara.' I thought, pulling my smile back on, "Why?"

"You're weird?"

"What makes me so weird? I've never spoken to any of you before." I reasoned, feeling completely relaxed. What could a bunch of...how old were they? Four? What could a bunch of four year olds say that would actually hurt me?

"You're 'that' lady's daughter." The Little Leader said, crossing her arms.

"And what does that mean?" I asked, feeling somewhat protective of the woman who fed me and bathed me and clothed me...and for a short while, loved me.

"My mother says she's evil."

I scoffed, "My mother isn't evil. And even if she was, what does that have to do with me?"

"You're her daughter! You're just like her!" The girl snapped, finally becoming frustrated with my questions.

"So what? I'm her daughter, yes, but I'm not like my mother."

"The...the dunes don't roll far over night!" One of the other girls shot. If I was correct, that was a phrase equivalent to 'The apple never falls far from the tree'.

"Well." I said, beaming, "Maybe I'm a tumble weed, not a dune. And if I was a sand dune, why can't I take after my father?"

"Huh?"

"My dad is a shinobi. I'm gonna become a kunoichi some day." I said, kicking my toe into the sand, feeling slightly embarrassed, "I never see my daddy...but I want him to be proud. I'll be just like him."

"Yeah right! You're just like 'That' lady! You're veil, just like her."

I rolled my eyes. You know, the Little Leader Lady could shut her Little Bitch Mouth.

"So silly." I said, before I spun on my heel and walked away. I stopped suddenly and turned to look back at them, "So...do you want me to be like her? Because I could. I could be really, really scary if I wanted to...or I could be nice..."

"GO AWAY!"

In response, I cackled like a mad woman, throwing my head back. The trio took a step back, making small noises of surprise and fear. I took a step towards them, grinning in a slightly unhinged manner I had practiced in my old life. It really made me look scary in this one.

They screamed and took off running.

I stared after them for a moment, before laughing in a less menacing manner. 'Well...I DID want a work out...'

I took off after them.

So, this is just...I don't know. I had this little plot-worm wiggling in my head, so I thought...better get it out. Boom. Another Self Insert/Reincarnation fic!

I'm not sure if I'll finish this one...or update it, but I'm rather curious to see how people like this. Reviews would be appreciated! Tell me what you think! Should I continue or not, or do you need more to tell?